Bernard Kennedy

Birthday Poem - Poem by Bernard Kennedy

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I remember a young boy once envious cried out, on seeing his sisters birthday card, 'there's only one number on mine'.A day we celebrate a life given.When mother delivered and fatherlit a cigar.Like a fresh new morning, words like future, write the page, the world is my oyster.And later, the birthday numbers double, the doctor visits treble, the gait, no longer runningup the rugby field, to score thatelusive try, slows down, and reaction is paused, by caution, like stepping on scree, at Croagh Patrickthe concentration, nowmore focus, than canvas, and poetry more haiku than romantic verse. And dreams are for sleeping.A day- a birthday- recall.